Cool My Heat! (4)
Kang Geon stared down at her with a cold smirk.
“You just tried to destroy this building, didn’t you?”
“Yes…….”
“Do you have any idea how much this place is worth? You owe me ten billion right now. Isn’t that right?”
Even though he had effortlessly blocked Seong Hwayeon’s strongest skill without a single scratch appearing, Kang Geon forcibly saddled her with the debt anyway.
“Yes…….”
“If you owe a debt, you have to pay it back. How are you going to repay me? Got a hundred billion Laria lying around?”
“……I do.”
“Hand it over.”
Seong Hwayeon hesitated. Paying a hundred billion Laria as compensation for a building that hadn’t even been destroyed felt like an unbearable waste.
“Don’t want to?”
“I-I’ll give it!”
The moment Kang Geon raised his hand as if to strike her stomach, Seong Hwayeon panicked and hurriedly summoned her Status, transferring the hundred billion Laria to him.
After successfully extorting the massive sum, Kang Geon’s smile deepened with satisfaction.
“Compensation received. Now, what should I do with you?”
Seong Hwayeon shrank back like a frog that had encountered a snake. Not even the slightest thought of resistance crossed her mind.
Her Inferno Flame Emission was an A-class skill. He hadn’t simply blocked it—he had stolen her authority over the flames, gathered them into his palm, and crushed them. That was easy to say, but in reality, even an S-class elemental control skill would struggle to pull it off. Defense always demanded far more power than offense. Perhaps only the dragon-like beings rumored to exist somewhere in Ferum could manage such a feat.
“A-are you even human?”
“If I’m not human, then what am I?”
“Because abilities like that… humans shouldn’t be able to possess them……”
It felt far more believable that some monster had disguised itself as a human.
“They just appeared the moment I was invited to Ferum.”
“What’s your title?”
“Become my slave and I’ll tell you.”
“…….”
Seong Hwayeon stayed silent, afraid that refusing would earn her a beating.
Kang Geon pondered how best to toy with her for maximum entertainment before a delightful idea struck him.
“You brought your subordinates with you, right?”
“Yes.”
“Call them up here.”
“Pardon?”
Thud!
Kang Geon promptly punched her in the stomach. After writhing in agony for a long moment, Seong Hwayeon obeyed his command.
The subordinates who had been waiting in front of the building rode the elevator up. Naturally, they assumed their boss had subdued Kang Geon and was calling them to drag him away.
Ding.
The doors opened. The men stepped out and pushed open the melted door handle to enter the penthouse.
“What the—?!”
“B-boss!”
“This is…….”
They couldn’t believe their eyes. The sight before them was utterly incomprehensible.
A completely naked Seong Hwayeon was holding her own ankles with both hands. Her ass was pointed toward the entrance, shamelessly exposing the slick slit nestled between her cheeks. Her massive breasts hung heavily downward, yet even in that position their shape remained stunningly beautiful.
The subordinates’ gazes locked onto their boss’s pussy. Despite her fiery personality, her folds were neatly closed, the inner lips not even slightly stretched—almost demure. Forced into this humiliating pose in front of men she had never even treated as equals, Seong Hwayeon’s face burned crimson with shame.
The subordinates, meanwhile, felt a secret thrill. Their arrogant, authoritarian boss had been a complete bitch to work for. Every single person under her had secretly prayed that one day she would get properly put in her place.
And today, that wish had finally come true.
Normally she would have screamed at them to avert their eyes, but Kang Geon had ordered her not to speak without permission. So she remained silent.
“Look at your subordinates’ faces. They’re loving this, aren’t they?”
Kang Geon gave her pussy a few light slaps. Reduced to a defeated plaything, Seong Hwayeon bit her lip in utter humiliation.
“You guys any good with women?”
“E-excuse me?”
“I asked if you know how to make a woman cum.”
“I’ve sent over a hundred women to heaven with these hands.”
“Really? Then are you confident you can make this bitch cum?”
Seong Hwayeon’s subordinate had often fantasized about her. He’d imagined taming that vicious temper, teaching her the pleasures of a woman until she became obedient and docile. He couldn’t fulfill the entire fantasy, but he wasn’t about to pass up even a partial opportunity.
“I’m confident!”
Seong Hwayeon’s eyes widened like razor blades. The subordinate felt his skin prickle under that glare. Still, he wasn’t going to let this golden chance slip away. After all, why else would he belong to a criminal organization like Hellfire? The pursuit of intense, fleeting pleasure mattered far more than worrying about the consequences.
Kang Geon grabbed Seong Hwayeon by the hair and hurled her onto the sofa. The subordinates watched without blinking as her lewd body tumbled across the cushions. The only person unhappy with the situation was Seong Hwayeon herself, forced to writhe pathetically naked in front of her own men.
“Go ahead.”
The subordinate positioned himself between her spread legs and pried apart her smooth, porcelain-like thighs. Seong Hwayeon’s pussy looked nothing like what one would expect from the female boss of Hellfire—a woman who supposedly threw drug-fueled orgies every night. Her pubic hair was thick, but the slit itself was tightly closed and a fresh, bright pink, resembling an untouched virgin’s cunt.
The man pressed his nose against the appetizing folds and inhaled. It carried the scent of a sauna. Not exactly a pussy’s natural aroma, but far better than the smell of squid. He suddenly felt the urge to devour it with his mouth.
Just as he lowered his head to lick his boss’s pretty pussy, Kang Geon stopped him.
“Who said you could use your mouth? Hands only.”
He had no desire to let another man’s spit contaminate the hole that would soon take his own cock.
The subordinate looked awkward but obediently slid a finger into Seong Hwayeon’s pussy. It was tighter than most virgins and scorching hot, like plunging into boiling water. Her long-neglected insides greedily welcomed the man’s finger, growing wet in seconds.
Schlick schlick schlick schlick schlick schlick schlick!
With every movement of his hand, Seong Hwayeon’s lower body trembled. The faster he moved, the deeper the frown etched between her brows. She did feel pleasure. Her mind had never been more disgusted, yet her body responded with shameless honesty.
But that only lasted a moment.
It was because of her title, Warden of Inferno. The faster the subordinate fingered her, the higher her body temperature rose, and the burning pain inside her intensified. For Seong Hwayeon, this act was essentially torture.
Oblivious to that fact, the man mistakenly believed she was desperately holding back an orgasm. He rubbed her G-spot harder with his middle and ring fingers.
“Ah! It’s hot!”
He suddenly yanked his hand out. The skin below his wrist was bright red, as if scalded.
“Useless piece of shit. Can’t even do that much?”
Kang Geon smacked the back of the man’s head. The subordinate, who was easily ten years older than Kang Geon, didn’t even dare frown. He simply gave an awkward smile. A perfect example of the strong-prey-on-the-weak principle.
“Next! The rest of you, try!”
Kang Geon ordered the remaining two subordinates. When one hesitated, he threatened to snap the man’s arm. In the end, both of them shoved their fingers into Seong Hwayeon’s pussy and stirred her up.
And both of them failed in exactly the same way.
His plan to humiliate her by making her climax in front of her subordinates had fallen apart. Kang Geon smacked the back of their heads and forced them to kneel quietly in place.
“You call yourselves one of the five major organizations? Hellfire my ass. You’re just a bunch of pathetic losers who can’t even make one woman cum.”
Kang Geon took his place between Seong Hwayeon’s legs. Her skin was flushed bright red as if she had been soaking in hot water for over an hour, and sweat poured down her body. The strands of hair clinging to her damp skin looked incredibly erotic no matter how many times he saw it.
Even after three men had fingered her, Seong Hwayeon’s pussy still looked neat and tight. Just from that, one could imagine how incredible the grip would feel.
“Watch closely, you pathetic virgins.”
Kang Geon’s middle and ring fingers slid smoothly into her demure slit.
“Whoa. Your pussy’s actually useful?”
Seong Hwayeon’s cunt was as hot as a volcano and clenched so tightly it felt like it might snap his fingers off. He could only imagine how heavenly it would feel around his cock.
“You’d be better off as a whore instead of the boss of Hellfire.”
He rubbed her clit with his palm while his fingers relentlessly stimulated her G-spot. Seong Hwayeon naturally braced herself for another wave of agony and clenched her teeth.
Ever since becoming an Inviter, she hadn’t been able to have sex—hell, she couldn’t even masturbate. There was no way to stop the excruciating pain that came whenever her body grew aroused. Sexual activity had been strictly forbidden for a long time.
That was how it was supposed to be.
“Kyaaaah! Haaah! Kaaah! Haaang! Huuuuuh!”
Seong Hwayeon’s entire body convulsed as if struck by high-voltage electricity. Her eyes rolled completely back, and from her pink valley came a powerful fountain—piss and female ejaculate spraying out without distinction.
“See that, you idiots? This is how you handle a woman.”
What had started as half bluff became clear the moment he slapped her now glistening pussy. He finally understood the difference.
It was all thanks to the Authority of Domination.
The Inferno dwelling within Seong Hwayeon had cowered in fear before that absolute power and retreated, exerting no influence over her whatsoever.
After climaxing spectacularly, Seong Hwayeon went limp. Kang Geon turned her unconscious body toward her subordinates, letting her breasts jiggle heavily and spreading her pussy wide to show them the inside. Their bloodshot eyes revealed just how desperately they wanted to devour her.
Actions they had never been able to take before—and would never be allowed to take again.
Drunk on superiority, Kang Geon scraped her G-spot again. Stimulated so roughly on her most sensitive spot, Seong Hwayeon convulsed into another orgasm. Her intense reactions made toying with her all the more fun.
He laid her down on the armless section of the sofa. Looking at her from above, he could finally gauge her true grades.
Appearance is at least A, maybe S. Body is definitely SS-class.
Seong Hwayeon’s body was perfection itself. A slender neck begging to be sucked on, elegant collarbones, breasts of ideal size and shape, a perfectly proportioned waist, long legs that curved beautifully from pelvis to knee, and ankles so thin they looked like they could be encircled by just a thumb and index finger.
If Lee Yu-na’s small face gave her perfect proportions, then Seong Hwayeon possessed such an abundance of feminine allure in every part of her body that it was impossible not to admire her.
How many men had drooled over this body?
Thanks to her title, Seong Hwayeon had practically been walking around half-naked. She was a living bomb that detonated male desire wherever she went.
I want to fuck her so goddamn bad!
A thought everyone had entertained but no one had dared act upon.
Unlike them, Kang Geon possessed both the power and the ability to claim Seong Hwayeon for himself.